This article is strikingly familiar. It’s almost as if the writer is describing my childhood. My parents didn’t cater to me, I was simply a pain in the ass. I left them little choice but to give in to my bland taste in food which could easily be satisfied by buttered noodles sprinkled with fake parmesan. I would even order my favourite plain Jane pasta in restaurants. It must have killed my parents to pay so much for buttered noodles sprinkled with cheese my mom could have easily made me at home for pennies. I was the kid at the kitchen table staring down a pile of peas until bed time. My mom had her share of challenges in getting me to try new foods or in trying to sneaking it in when I least expected it … or so she thought.